Post by Miri Mojito on Jun 22, 2009 20:24:08 GMT -5
Name: Serith Arsov the Dark Mistress
Race: Human
Age: 49
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 127 lbs
Birth place: Galactic City, Coruscant
Appearance:
Image courtesy of Otterling
Once many years ago Serith was beautiful, with long brown hair, and a soft pink skin. Now however she is a twisted shell of what she once was. The dark side has left her once beautiful brown hair white, and her soft skin tone has dropped to a deathly pale. She has many scars, most of which were induced by her master. The dark side has also changed specific aspects of her appearance, including the appearance of many black veins that snake across her arms and legs, as well as her once pale soft lips have now been stained black. Her build is on the thinner side giving her a gaunt and near death like look. The dark side has also had negative effects on the way she ages. Se has been left severely stunted to the point of being nearly 50 and looking as if she were only 15. She is certainly physically developed in the sense that she is well endowed , but in all other aspects she retains the same young, and almost innocent appearance she had when she was 15.
As mentioned she has many scars on her body, most of which are the results of her failure in training, or a direct result of the training itself. The most noticeable of these are two pairs of deformities, both induced by her master. At the tender age of 5 her eyes had been surgically removed so that she might better see everything through the force. The other noticeable deformity is her lack of hands. At the age of 10 her master severed them at the wrist with his own light saber, in order to save her from being dependant on a light saber. Both these deformities though severe in nature have left her in better control of the force.
Serith’s choice of dress is less conservative than most would ever guess for a self proclaimed sith lord. Often she will wear nothing more than a long piece of fabric wrapped intricately around her delicate frame. She does wear a pair of skin tight black boots that reach her knees. When traveling or meeting with certain individuals she does wear a black robe with long sleeves to hide her body and wrists.
Faction: Dark Jedi/Chaos Faction
Rank: Dark Jedi Master/High Council Member (CF)
Fleet-
Flagship: >Malifactor Fleet Carrier Link<
Fighters: >Screamer Strike Fighters Link< (16)
Crew/Followers: 335 men and women left at the moment. Number will change as she purges the unfaithful, and gains new followers.
Bio:
Serith was born on the city planet of Coruscant. Her mother worked as a dancer at a local cantina, and her father had been a spacer who blew through town for a one night stand. Unfortunately Serith’s mother despised her pregnancy and the child to be, simply because it hampered her ability to work. So not hours after she was born Serith was left in an alley. As luck would have it she was found very quickly by a rodian who was sorting through the trash in the alley for things to salvage and sell. He immediately saw this as a profitable opportunity, and took the child off world to sell as a slave.
Serith was bought immediately by a hooded individual for a small fortune. The hooded individual was a Dark Jedi lord, and her future master Dorian Branan. Serith spent the first years of her life in childhood ignorance of her new caregiver, growing and even flourishing under an unusually nurturing Branan. It wasn’t until she hit the age 4, that’s when her caregiver turned into her master. For a 4 year old the change was not easily accepted, but it was something she had to deal with.
A year later her master had already begun pushing her harder than most twice her age could handle. He demanded that she begin using her telekinetic abilities fluently, without hesitation, and any failure was punished with lashings, or force induced torture. He also pushed her to see and understand the force. Often he would test her by changing the way it flowed around her, and if she failed to take notice she would be punished again. Where most would have seen her master as cruel, he saw it as a need to be filled.
It was during this tender age of 5 that Serith suffered her most debilitating, and most important change to her own body. Her master had determined that to properly see the force one would need to remove the distractions of physical sight. So he surgically had her eyes removed. The operation took nearly 3 hours, to remove the eye and graft the socket shut. When she awoke Serith was in a state of shock, as her master had not told her this would happen, now did she know that she was even in surgery. It was as if all the light in the world had been turned off.
The goal of such a procedure was to leave the girl seeing using force sight on a constant basis, so that she would see as a Miralukan see's even though she was human
Not long after Serith began reaping the benefits of the surgery. Within a year she had began to see things through the force, and with that her awareness of everything around her increased. This time of adaptation was exploited by her master, as he continued to push her, now having her find objects with the force, and then move them to other locations. She was now progressing incredibly quickly in her force usage. She was now dependant on it as her master had wanted.
By the age of seven Serith had now mastered moving around without sight. Not only that she could now use the force to see in the same manner as a Miralukan. It was this skill that had really strengthened her connection to the force, and thus allowed a greater ease in learning new techniques. It was also at this age that her master increased the intensity of her punishments. Normally she would receive a lashing, or an electrical shock, but now she received torture by chagrin. This form of punishment alone forced her to strive for perfection rather than risk failure, and having to relive all those painful moments of her life.
Not long after that Serith’s grasp on telekinetic force usage began to strengthen. She could move several small items, or a single large item for a small period of time. It was also during this period that she started to better understand force push and pull, though throwing objects still proved difficult. She also started working with protection based force usage. Her master would assault her either through the force, or physically, and her objective was to repel or stop the attack. For someone that was nearly 8 to block a dark Jedi lord was unheard of and completely unrealistic, but her master still punished her failures. Often the punishments would be worse considering that she had just been hit with whatever attack her master had chosen.
Serith also learned of the skill of Crucitorn, which is the practice of using great focus in the force for transcending physical pain far beyond normal thresholds. Though she received no training or instruction in this technique at this point, she was made well aware of it by a holocron that she was supposed to be studying. For an 8 year old who spent many hours of the day being punished, the prospect of no pain was more than enticing. However it would still be years before she would start receiving formal training in this technique.
Serith also had her first experience with force wave just before she turned 9. Her master had been punishing her for a failure with several training droids set on a higher training level. They had surrounded her, and as she faced a barrage of shock sticks, she felt an unnatural hatred, the kind of which she had never felt before. It was not for her master, nor even for the Rodian who sold her to him, instead it was towards her mother. The mother that had allowed this to happen by leaving her to die. For such a young child this was a powerful revelation, and it fueled her more than anyone could have guessed. Finally she understood her masters lessons on hate, and the world. With a shrill scream she raised her hands, and a crude wave erupted from her body traveling only a few feet out, but far enough to toss the droids like they were nothing.
That ordeal had taxed her young body incredibly, and she spent the next week unconscious. When she awoke it was to the first smile her master had shown her in years. He had told her that she had not disappointed him, and that she would be more powerful than he had thought. Over the next few weeks Serith was forced to try and reproduce her previous force wave but to no avail. With failed attempt after failed attempt, her master quickly returned to his previous form, and began to harshly punish her again. Again he used Torture by chagrin to punish her, and after a particularly bad session, Serith made a mental note to learn that technique for herself.
The years dragged on and soon Serith was 10. By this time he master had started making contacts within the Dark Jedi faction, and soon many were coming and going at all times. This is when Serith realized that she wanted a light saber of her own. For the early years she had assumed that only a master could hold such a weapon, but after seeing many other carrying similar weapons she soon became envious.
Serith began studying light sabers as best she could. Very few of the Dark Jedi would allow her to inspect their weapon, and none would allow her to take it apart to see hoe they work. Serith was caught by her master not soon after she started studying them, that her master found out and became enraged. He had no intention of teaching her anything in regards to light saber construction, and usage. He viewed it as a weakness that most force user's used as a crutch. In his anger he had Serith kneel in front of him with her hands out in front of her. It was then that he severed them off with his own blade. He had removed her eyes years before to free her from sight, and now her hands to free her from an unneeded dependency.
Serith spent a week recovering, and while the technology existed to repair her severed appendages, her master forbade it. This only fueled her hatred now, she began to loath her master, and he encouraged it, explaining that it would give her strength. At this point she wanted to kill her master, but for the time being she was not strong enough. As a precaution her master order all Dark Jedi off of his ship (Malifactor) so as to keep negative influence away from his apprentice.
Serith’s power grew as the years went on. BY age 11 she had managed another Force wave, this one being more powerful and focused than the first, but again came under circumstances of extreme hatred. Despite the fact that she had now done it twice she was still far too unfocused to do it on command. She had also started learning some new telekinetic abilities. Her master took great pride in lining up his crew to be killed off with the force. This was a new thing for Serith as before this age she had never been expected to kill anyone. It took years and years of practice (she wasn’t able to actually use this talent until she was 28) but she was able effectively use force crush to absolutely destroy non force sensitive individuals.
It was also around this time that Serith's studies shifted towards Destruction. For a while she found this difficult, at least until she figured out how to use her anger to amplify its power. It soon proved to be an enjoyment for her, and at times if she was not currently studying or being punished, she would sneak away and shock any unsuspecting member of the crew she could find.
Serith’s training began hit an all new level of intensity by the age of 13. Through large amounts of practice she was now able to Functionally use force wave anytime she felt threatened, Producing a small but efficient blast in all directions. The power of the wave was circumstantial to her own emotional state, when her own stress level was high, or she was feeling a particularly strong hatred the blast would be incredible, where as any other time it would simply push back multiple opponents or objects. Her masters focus was naturally on controlling and using her emotions. This was his attempt to put her into a permanent but controlled state of rage, allowing her to expend huge amounts of energy.
This lesson was doomed to fail from the start as no 13 year old girl would be able to properly control their emotions. This was also the time in Serith’s life when her own hormones began to race. Her body had started to change and so did her mind set. This was only made worse with her negative influences. She suffered greatly not having someone to explain to her what was going on with her, and soon found herself the prey of some of the less than honorable crew members.
Serith continued her studies of Crucitorn, and it was at this young age that she had her first real experience with it. IT was during one of her punishments that was abnormally hard, that through a deep focus she was able to rise above the level of pain that was being inflicted. However when her master saw that she no longer responded to his punishment he began to realize what she was doing. Her punishments increased 10 fold, and some were now capable of being fatal.
This continued for years and Serith’s hatred continued to grow. With it her abilities increased. Now she had a mastery of most basic telekinetic uses, including force throw, push/pull, choke, etc. Her ability to sense things around her was now second to none, she lived as a Miraluka did, seeing exclusively through the force. Her destructive abilities had also increased dramatically from their already powerful beginnings, no doubt fueled by her hatred. She was also now learning not just to protect herself from attacks through the force, but also to heal herself. This was much to the distaste of her master.
This was also the year that Serith managed to get revenge on a few of the crew members that had been taking advantage of her these last few years. While most of the ones she did kill ended up dieing either from being choked or electrocuted, one managed to die by getting blasted out an airlock. Serith greatly enjoyed his death, watching his body become twisted in the vacuum, until he bled out. It was far more satisfying than the other she had killed.
At 16 Serith received her first true test of power. Her master had presented her with a Jedi Padawan of the same age for her to kill. At first she had trouble with him, he had drawn his light saber, and she had wanted to see it more than fight. This resulted in him stabbing her through the leg, and nearly killing her with a follow up attack. Her hatred provided more than enough power however, and she quickly used a destructive bolt of electricity to kill the boy. With her opponent dead, she took his saber, Her first trophy, and not her last.
By this point the dark side had started to stunt her growth. an unfortunate side effect that she remained unaware of until she was just over 20. Normally when exposed to the dark side in such a way, ones body ages, but their life is preserved, but with her her body simply stopped developing. Lucky for her she had been fast to develop in certain areas, so by the time she had reached the age of 16 she already had a fairly nice breast size. Little did she know that this would come in handy later on as a means to seduce and ensnare potential victims.
At 17 Serith now had a mastery over most all basic force techniques. And was well on her way to learning to successfully use many other harder ones. Force wave was still out of her full grasp but closer than most. Crucitorn was still far from perfection, but she was able to offset small pains with some concentration. Force choke was a long way off. And By watching the way her master used it on her, Torture by Chagrin was starting to make sense, though by no means within her grasp.
By the age of 19 Serith was a force to be reckoned with, and no one within her masters fleet would dare cross her for fear of a unique death. Serith had also earned a bit of a reputation amongst the dark Jedi faction. Many Acolyte's and Neophytes had gone missing with no real explanation. Naturally her master over saw ever kill that she had done, just to make sure she never bit off more than she could chew, and only once did that occur. Serith also started planning her masters death around this age. She had always hated him, and everyday she was getting closer to him in power, soon she would even surpass him.
Another year later and her master still continued to punish her failures, as few as they were, with various forms of torture, though they had started to lose their affect as Serith’s body had become accustomed to such punishments. Despite the affect they had on her be it sever or not at all , she still used every time to fuel her anger and hatred for her master. Her body had also received many scars by this point that she no longer cared that her body was being permanently damaged, with her thought being what’s one more to a hundred.
At 21 Serith started teaching her own philosophies of the force to certain crew members. This allowed her to build up her own loyal forces within her masters, hadn’t an army in plain site so to speak. Many individuals followed Serith’s teachings, either out of belief or fear, she did not care either way so long as the were faithful to her and no one else. She had also secretly promoted many soldiers to personal guards, so that when she did finally over throw her master she would already have her own private entourage.
Finally came her Serith’s time to strike out at her master. She was 24 at the time, and finally fed up with him. Her plan was to kill him during a training scenario, but as luck would have it he had another gift for her. Upon entering the cavernous room that she normally trained in she found a Jedi and her master waiting. The Jedi was revealed to be her brother, and in a fit of rage she killed him by crushing his body against a wall with the force. She did not stop with him however, and as her master went to congratulate her on passing the final test, Serith turned on her master the battle was long and hard, but eventually she managed to get the upper hand and kill him (see RP sample for further detail). At the time she had believed her only reason for winning was that she had the advantage of surprise and planning, but now her belief is that it was the will of the force for her to win.
Once all was said and done she made an executive order to purge all those who were unfaithful, with purge meaning kill. She would now have her own crew and fleet loyal to her alone. It took 2 days for her Faithful to purge the remaining remnants of her old masters reign, but once done Serith found her first shred of happiness in years.
Immediately after the purge her fleet set off for Coruscant, her birth planet, so that she could find and kill the mother that had abandoned her. This task proved futile as upon arriving Serith discovered her mother had already died. While she remained happy that her mother no longer lived she felt anger for not being able to end her herself. She stayed in orbit of Coruscant for several weeks, using her fighters and pilots to launch attacks on republic ships. Most would consider her insane for doing that right in republic strength, but in truth she wanted the fight more than anything.
As she wanted a fight, it most certainly was what she got. Not long she had started attacking other ships did she receive a warning, to power down all weapons and be taken into custody. The warning came from several larger fleet carriers that had been launched to apprehend her. SHe disregarded here warning, and in return opened fire on the carriers. A massive battle broke out over the planet, and despite the fact that she had the other carriers out gunned one on one she was still outnumbered and was forced to flee into exile.
Serith spent the next 5 years in exile wandering the edge of space, changing her crew as needed. She was out there simply looking for something, though she had no idea of what it was or if it even existed. Her time was used to strengthen her connection to the force, and focus her abilities for greater effect. Her constant practice and meditation did improve her abilities greatly and before long she could feel her connection in ways that she had never experienced. It was also during this time in exile that she gained her self appointed title of Darth.
When she came back to occupied space Serith was 26, nearly 27, and looking to create problems. She had determined by this point that only those worthy enough were allowed to be force users, so she was on a crusade to rid the galaxy of the unworthy, be them light or dark. Both her master and brother were unworthy, and they paid for it with their lives, their sabers now hung on the wall in her room as trophies, surrounded by several other light sabers.
Serith spent years Honing her skills in the force and hunting force users where ever they could be found. In fact she soon began to change her own religion to state that the deaths of the unworthy was a task given to them by a dark god. It was to come before all other objectives. Naturally as the years dragged on many of her followers became dissatisfied with her leadership. So again she ordered that the unfaithful be purged. This action would have resulted in a mutiny if not for her getting involved with killing unfaithful crew members herself.
By the age of 35 Serith had Managed, through many years of study , to master 2 Telekinetic abilities; Both force Wave, and Force crush. These were the easiest of her skills to learn as they were simply advanced versions of skills she already had and used. Next to follow was Crucitorn. This Unique power, when mastered allowed her to transcend far above normal pain tolerances. Using that skill many Jedi both dark and had been able to fight on even against considerable amount of pain. Finally the last skill she mastered, and this one took a longer period of time, an additional 4 years, was torture by Chagrin. This was something her master had used on her on numerous occasions. This was initially how she learned this skill, sadly enough by watching her master before he used it on her, and if she could while he did. Once he was dead she no longer had a someone to learn this from, and incidentally spent the next 15 years, after her masters death. SHe continued to learn by practicing on her loyal followers with varied degrees of success.
At 40 years of age Serith now had what most would call an overall control of the force. She was fluent in all forms and had several specialized skills under her belt. These powers however were nothing without the fuel to keep them going. That fuel was her now unquenchable hatred for all force users. all these factors coupled with age and experience made her a deadly enemy, and a wanted ally.
Ages 41 to 49 were spent hunting all force users. If she received a report anywhere in the galaxy she immediately went after them with hopes of adding their light sabers to her trophy collection. She knew of the existence of the jedi order but knew her limits, and that she lacked the strength to take them down herself. This has started her quest for like minded allies capable of assisting her.
Lightsaber: Serith has dozens of light sabers, in all colors and all styles. None of them however are her own, or even ones that she would use. To her light sabers are nothing more than trophies of her fallen opponents.
Color: Rainbows of colors, from reds, to blues, to purple, and even an odd pink blade.
Practiced Light saber forms:
Shii-Cho N/A
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 6
Sense: 8
Protection: 6
Healing: 4
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Crush
Crucitorn
Torture by Chagrin
Force Wave/Repulse
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
Serith smiled as the Jedi approached her. She hated him so much, and she had never met him and he had no idea who she was. Her master had brought him before her as a gift, he had also told her that this Jedi was her brother. This simple fact alone infuriated her beyond understanding, as her mother had not left him in an alley, her mother mad offered him the life that she never had. It had simply been coincidence that he had even been picked up by the Jedi, having 2 siblings both force sensitive’s is a rare thing indeed.
"You don’t have to do this... You can be saved... Fight his hold on you" The Jedi spoke up now, his voice was firm, but anyone could hear the fear in it. Serith despised it when they did this, tried to turn her and make her see the error of her ways. She could feel her masters presence, and even his approval of what she wanted to do, though she hardly needed it. "Let me help y..." The Jedi had not even managed to finish his sentence when Serith interrupted him. "Help me?!?! You mean the way our mother did? The way she gave birth to a child that needed to be saved, and then she left it screaming in an alley."
Serith’s anger began to rise to new heights as the Jedi now looked at her with a confused expression. It was clear that even with them both being force sensitive he could not feel the obvious connection between them. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME." Her voice had raised to an unnaturally high tone, or at least one that Serith had never been proud to use before. Her master stood now smiling as he felt his apprentices anger.
The Jedi grabbed for his light saber and the weapon ignited with a low hum. It was a magnificent deep blue He raised it up in front of him adopting a defensive stance. "Please..." That would be his last word as Serith let out a long force aided scream. The Jedi raced towards her but as he got closer so to did the pitch of the scream increase. The Jedi continued to push ahead but found himself overpowered, and fell to his knees not 6 feet from Serith. His light saber fell to the ground as his hand cupped over his ears to try and filter out as much of the sound as possible.
A few moments later and the Jedi now lay unconscious at Serith’s feet. A small trickle of blood now ran down his cheek from his ear, no doubt due to the damaged ear drums, or even possibly minor brain damage. She stood over him now, looking down at her dear brother, and hating him more and more. "Why did she choose you and not me?" Serith whispered now to her brother, in an almost loving voice. As she spoke she used the force to telekinetically lift her brothers unconscious body off the ground.
She allowed his body to float in the air in front of her for several moments. This had been the first time she had ever met anyone related to her and she wanted this chance to see how her own flesh and blood could stack up against her. Her master obviously did not appreciate her actions as he finally spoke up. "Hurry up and kill him, then your final test will be complete." He spoke harshly, almost yelling, and the anticipation in his voice was evident. He even took a few steps towards Serith with his own light saber in hand. He obviously meant to encourage her with force into completing her task.
Serith’s blackened lips stretched out into a twisted grin as she walked around the floating body to put herself between it and her master. "HAve no worry master, his fate is assured." With that she let out a twisted laugh, and using the a sharp burst of force energy sent her brother body rocketing into a nearby wall. She did not stop their however as she continued to press him with a continued blast of energy. Slowly she started walking towards him, increasing the pressure with each step. Finally she stopped admiring her own power for one more moment. "Goodbye brother..." With that she focused her energy and sent one more powerful blast of force energy towards the Jedi. His body was crushed nearly flat, and he died instantly.
As Serith stood now smiling a distinct clapping could be heard. Her master was now approaching her from behind clapping slowly. "Congratulations child. You have done well, better than i had anticipated." Serith turned to face her master now as he approached, his praise meant nothing to her, not now anyways. "I'd say you are almost as powerful as me...maybe in a few more years you might even replace me." His voice was sharp now, and full of sarcasm. Serith was used to this kind of treatment, but now she had a surprise for him.
In a flash she turned sharply on the spot sending a wave of electricity skipping across the floor. Her master easily dodged this, and realizing what was going on, drew his light saber. "That was a mistake. Betraying me was a big mistake you whelp." His words were no more than a hiss as he lunged at her swinging the orange blade. Serith had planned for this however and hoped that this would happen. Using a burst of force aided speed she slipped quickly to her left side, and as her master's lunge carried him by her, she used a telekinetic blast to send him reeling off into a wall.
He took his time standing, not out of pain, but out of an act of control, and as he did so he wiped away he small dribble of blood from his lip. The look in his eyes as he raised his head sent a cold chill down Serith's spine, but she had to be strong now, she could not show fear. This time it was her turn to attack, and using the force she began pulling at some large ventilation units above her masters head. The metal shrieked and squealed its objection, but soon found itself ripped free. Debris reigned down on her masters head before she brought the unit crashing down.
Just as fast as he had dodged her first attack, he leapt and rolled to safety. But at this point safety was a loose term that had little meaning. Using the force Serith lifted the unit again, this time sending it crashing into her masters body, effectively bowling him over, and leaving him a broken mess on the floor. Again she brought the venting unit back, repeatedly smashing it into him, squealing with delight as she did so. This lasted for nearly a minute, before she let up and tossed the ventilation unit carelessly to the side. Serith smiled now, pleased with what she had accomplished, and skipped innocently to her masters side. He looked terrible, bloodied up and twisted in all directions. As she stood over him he coughed a bit and began to speak, his voice rasp and weak. "Serith...*cough* You are.. you are nothing. You are weak. You are useless.. These words only angered Serith more, how dare he address her as such. Her smile faded as she looked over him now.
"No." She whispered almost lovingly "I am everything you never were, or will be. I am stronger now than you ever could be. And I am the future of the force." She began to raise her arms, exposing her wrists and lack of hands, and as her arms raised so did her master several feet off the ground. He let out a surprised gasp, and attempted again to fight back. Serith was prepared for this however, she had been preparing for this for several years, the introduction of her brother was an unexpected variable that changed nothing. As her master started trying to fight, she immediately suppressed him with a huge blast of lightning that emanated from her entire body. It was like nothing she had ever done before, no doubt fueled by her endless hatred for this man.
Suddenly she felt alive like she had never felt before. Sure she had killed many force sensitive’s already, but none made her feel like this. It was almost like a drug, one that lifted her above all the pain she had ever felt and suspended her away from everything that could ever hurt her. Her master had now lost the ability to speak as he broke out into a full seizure, foam had even started to accumulate in the corners of his mouth. Serith was enjoying this, seeing her master as weak, frail and most importantly mortal. With a delighted squeal she began to stretch him with his feet together, and his arms wide, as if he had been crucified. She stretched him to the point of pulling his legs and arms free of their sockets, leaving them useless."You gave me so much... and yet you took so much away." Her voice had sunk low now, but the hatred in it seemed to burn with a fire.
Serith was now through torturing this man, despite the fact that he had tortured her on many occasions, she could not do it, she was better than him. "Don't worry master, soon you wont feel anything." Her voice had raised again as another surge of electricity burnt from her body to course through her masters torso. His skin started to singe from the heat, and even peel away in some places. "goodbye..." As Serith spoke those last words her masters heart stopped never to beat again.
It took several moments for Serith to fully comprehend what had happened, mostly to believe that she had won out over her master. With a small sigh she allowed her masters body to fall to the ground broken and burned. Without another word she turned and walked slowly towards the door, her bare feet making little noise as she walked. She passed the body of her brother, which now lay slumped against the wall, a pool of blood now build up around it. She made a note to send one of the faithful to clean this mess up knowing full well they would be honored to do so.
Serith stopped at the door and turned to look back into the spacious room. A second later and her brothers light saber came rattling across the floor as she pulled it with the force towards her. Her masters saber followed immediately after, and both leapt up into the air to hover in front of her. With her trophies collected she pushed a single button on the com link located next to the door. At first their was static and then a mans voice came through over the speaker. "Yes my lord, how may i serve you?" The mans voice sounded sharp and disciplined. "Branan is dead... It's time to purge the unfaithful. When your done set a course for Coruscant, I need to see my mother. She spoke in a commanding tone. "Yes Mistress, It would be my pleasure." His voice was followed by static, and seconds later an alert went up around the ship. The sound of blaster fire could be heard as Serith’s "faithful" began to execute all who would still follow her old master.
Race: Human
Age: 49
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 127 lbs
Birth place: Galactic City, Coruscant
Appearance:
Image courtesy of Otterling
Once many years ago Serith was beautiful, with long brown hair, and a soft pink skin. Now however she is a twisted shell of what she once was. The dark side has left her once beautiful brown hair white, and her soft skin tone has dropped to a deathly pale. She has many scars, most of which were induced by her master. The dark side has also changed specific aspects of her appearance, including the appearance of many black veins that snake across her arms and legs, as well as her once pale soft lips have now been stained black. Her build is on the thinner side giving her a gaunt and near death like look. The dark side has also had negative effects on the way she ages. Se has been left severely stunted to the point of being nearly 50 and looking as if she were only 15. She is certainly physically developed in the sense that she is well endowed , but in all other aspects she retains the same young, and almost innocent appearance she had when she was 15.
As mentioned she has many scars on her body, most of which are the results of her failure in training, or a direct result of the training itself. The most noticeable of these are two pairs of deformities, both induced by her master. At the tender age of 5 her eyes had been surgically removed so that she might better see everything through the force. The other noticeable deformity is her lack of hands. At the age of 10 her master severed them at the wrist with his own light saber, in order to save her from being dependant on a light saber. Both these deformities though severe in nature have left her in better control of the force.
Serith’s choice of dress is less conservative than most would ever guess for a self proclaimed sith lord. Often she will wear nothing more than a long piece of fabric wrapped intricately around her delicate frame. She does wear a pair of skin tight black boots that reach her knees. When traveling or meeting with certain individuals she does wear a black robe with long sleeves to hide her body and wrists.
Faction: Dark Jedi/Chaos Faction
Rank: Dark Jedi Master/High Council Member (CF)
Fleet-
Flagship: >Malifactor Fleet Carrier Link<
Fighters: >Screamer Strike Fighters Link< (16)
Crew/Followers: 335 men and women left at the moment. Number will change as she purges the unfaithful, and gains new followers.
Bio:
Serith was born on the city planet of Coruscant. Her mother worked as a dancer at a local cantina, and her father had been a spacer who blew through town for a one night stand. Unfortunately Serith’s mother despised her pregnancy and the child to be, simply because it hampered her ability to work. So not hours after she was born Serith was left in an alley. As luck would have it she was found very quickly by a rodian who was sorting through the trash in the alley for things to salvage and sell. He immediately saw this as a profitable opportunity, and took the child off world to sell as a slave.
Serith was bought immediately by a hooded individual for a small fortune. The hooded individual was a Dark Jedi lord, and her future master Dorian Branan. Serith spent the first years of her life in childhood ignorance of her new caregiver, growing and even flourishing under an unusually nurturing Branan. It wasn’t until she hit the age 4, that’s when her caregiver turned into her master. For a 4 year old the change was not easily accepted, but it was something she had to deal with.
A year later her master had already begun pushing her harder than most twice her age could handle. He demanded that she begin using her telekinetic abilities fluently, without hesitation, and any failure was punished with lashings, or force induced torture. He also pushed her to see and understand the force. Often he would test her by changing the way it flowed around her, and if she failed to take notice she would be punished again. Where most would have seen her master as cruel, he saw it as a need to be filled.
It was during this tender age of 5 that Serith suffered her most debilitating, and most important change to her own body. Her master had determined that to properly see the force one would need to remove the distractions of physical sight. So he surgically had her eyes removed. The operation took nearly 3 hours, to remove the eye and graft the socket shut. When she awoke Serith was in a state of shock, as her master had not told her this would happen, now did she know that she was even in surgery. It was as if all the light in the world had been turned off.
The goal of such a procedure was to leave the girl seeing using force sight on a constant basis, so that she would see as a Miralukan see's even though she was human
Not long after Serith began reaping the benefits of the surgery. Within a year she had began to see things through the force, and with that her awareness of everything around her increased. This time of adaptation was exploited by her master, as he continued to push her, now having her find objects with the force, and then move them to other locations. She was now progressing incredibly quickly in her force usage. She was now dependant on it as her master had wanted.
By the age of seven Serith had now mastered moving around without sight. Not only that she could now use the force to see in the same manner as a Miralukan. It was this skill that had really strengthened her connection to the force, and thus allowed a greater ease in learning new techniques. It was also at this age that her master increased the intensity of her punishments. Normally she would receive a lashing, or an electrical shock, but now she received torture by chagrin. This form of punishment alone forced her to strive for perfection rather than risk failure, and having to relive all those painful moments of her life.
Not long after that Serith’s grasp on telekinetic force usage began to strengthen. She could move several small items, or a single large item for a small period of time. It was also during this period that she started to better understand force push and pull, though throwing objects still proved difficult. She also started working with protection based force usage. Her master would assault her either through the force, or physically, and her objective was to repel or stop the attack. For someone that was nearly 8 to block a dark Jedi lord was unheard of and completely unrealistic, but her master still punished her failures. Often the punishments would be worse considering that she had just been hit with whatever attack her master had chosen.
Serith also learned of the skill of Crucitorn, which is the practice of using great focus in the force for transcending physical pain far beyond normal thresholds. Though she received no training or instruction in this technique at this point, she was made well aware of it by a holocron that she was supposed to be studying. For an 8 year old who spent many hours of the day being punished, the prospect of no pain was more than enticing. However it would still be years before she would start receiving formal training in this technique.
Serith also had her first experience with force wave just before she turned 9. Her master had been punishing her for a failure with several training droids set on a higher training level. They had surrounded her, and as she faced a barrage of shock sticks, she felt an unnatural hatred, the kind of which she had never felt before. It was not for her master, nor even for the Rodian who sold her to him, instead it was towards her mother. The mother that had allowed this to happen by leaving her to die. For such a young child this was a powerful revelation, and it fueled her more than anyone could have guessed. Finally she understood her masters lessons on hate, and the world. With a shrill scream she raised her hands, and a crude wave erupted from her body traveling only a few feet out, but far enough to toss the droids like they were nothing.
That ordeal had taxed her young body incredibly, and she spent the next week unconscious. When she awoke it was to the first smile her master had shown her in years. He had told her that she had not disappointed him, and that she would be more powerful than he had thought. Over the next few weeks Serith was forced to try and reproduce her previous force wave but to no avail. With failed attempt after failed attempt, her master quickly returned to his previous form, and began to harshly punish her again. Again he used Torture by chagrin to punish her, and after a particularly bad session, Serith made a mental note to learn that technique for herself.
The years dragged on and soon Serith was 10. By this time he master had started making contacts within the Dark Jedi faction, and soon many were coming and going at all times. This is when Serith realized that she wanted a light saber of her own. For the early years she had assumed that only a master could hold such a weapon, but after seeing many other carrying similar weapons she soon became envious.
Serith began studying light sabers as best she could. Very few of the Dark Jedi would allow her to inspect their weapon, and none would allow her to take it apart to see hoe they work. Serith was caught by her master not soon after she started studying them, that her master found out and became enraged. He had no intention of teaching her anything in regards to light saber construction, and usage. He viewed it as a weakness that most force user's used as a crutch. In his anger he had Serith kneel in front of him with her hands out in front of her. It was then that he severed them off with his own blade. He had removed her eyes years before to free her from sight, and now her hands to free her from an unneeded dependency.
Serith spent a week recovering, and while the technology existed to repair her severed appendages, her master forbade it. This only fueled her hatred now, she began to loath her master, and he encouraged it, explaining that it would give her strength. At this point she wanted to kill her master, but for the time being she was not strong enough. As a precaution her master order all Dark Jedi off of his ship (Malifactor) so as to keep negative influence away from his apprentice.
Serith’s power grew as the years went on. BY age 11 she had managed another Force wave, this one being more powerful and focused than the first, but again came under circumstances of extreme hatred. Despite the fact that she had now done it twice she was still far too unfocused to do it on command. She had also started learning some new telekinetic abilities. Her master took great pride in lining up his crew to be killed off with the force. This was a new thing for Serith as before this age she had never been expected to kill anyone. It took years and years of practice (she wasn’t able to actually use this talent until she was 28) but she was able effectively use force crush to absolutely destroy non force sensitive individuals.
It was also around this time that Serith's studies shifted towards Destruction. For a while she found this difficult, at least until she figured out how to use her anger to amplify its power. It soon proved to be an enjoyment for her, and at times if she was not currently studying or being punished, she would sneak away and shock any unsuspecting member of the crew she could find.
Serith’s training began hit an all new level of intensity by the age of 13. Through large amounts of practice she was now able to Functionally use force wave anytime she felt threatened, Producing a small but efficient blast in all directions. The power of the wave was circumstantial to her own emotional state, when her own stress level was high, or she was feeling a particularly strong hatred the blast would be incredible, where as any other time it would simply push back multiple opponents or objects. Her masters focus was naturally on controlling and using her emotions. This was his attempt to put her into a permanent but controlled state of rage, allowing her to expend huge amounts of energy.
This lesson was doomed to fail from the start as no 13 year old girl would be able to properly control their emotions. This was also the time in Serith’s life when her own hormones began to race. Her body had started to change and so did her mind set. This was only made worse with her negative influences. She suffered greatly not having someone to explain to her what was going on with her, and soon found herself the prey of some of the less than honorable crew members.
Serith continued her studies of Crucitorn, and it was at this young age that she had her first real experience with it. IT was during one of her punishments that was abnormally hard, that through a deep focus she was able to rise above the level of pain that was being inflicted. However when her master saw that she no longer responded to his punishment he began to realize what she was doing. Her punishments increased 10 fold, and some were now capable of being fatal.
This continued for years and Serith’s hatred continued to grow. With it her abilities increased. Now she had a mastery of most basic telekinetic uses, including force throw, push/pull, choke, etc. Her ability to sense things around her was now second to none, she lived as a Miraluka did, seeing exclusively through the force. Her destructive abilities had also increased dramatically from their already powerful beginnings, no doubt fueled by her hatred. She was also now learning not just to protect herself from attacks through the force, but also to heal herself. This was much to the distaste of her master.
This was also the year that Serith managed to get revenge on a few of the crew members that had been taking advantage of her these last few years. While most of the ones she did kill ended up dieing either from being choked or electrocuted, one managed to die by getting blasted out an airlock. Serith greatly enjoyed his death, watching his body become twisted in the vacuum, until he bled out. It was far more satisfying than the other she had killed.
At 16 Serith received her first true test of power. Her master had presented her with a Jedi Padawan of the same age for her to kill. At first she had trouble with him, he had drawn his light saber, and she had wanted to see it more than fight. This resulted in him stabbing her through the leg, and nearly killing her with a follow up attack. Her hatred provided more than enough power however, and she quickly used a destructive bolt of electricity to kill the boy. With her opponent dead, she took his saber, Her first trophy, and not her last.
By this point the dark side had started to stunt her growth. an unfortunate side effect that she remained unaware of until she was just over 20. Normally when exposed to the dark side in such a way, ones body ages, but their life is preserved, but with her her body simply stopped developing. Lucky for her she had been fast to develop in certain areas, so by the time she had reached the age of 16 she already had a fairly nice breast size. Little did she know that this would come in handy later on as a means to seduce and ensnare potential victims.
At 17 Serith now had a mastery over most all basic force techniques. And was well on her way to learning to successfully use many other harder ones. Force wave was still out of her full grasp but closer than most. Crucitorn was still far from perfection, but she was able to offset small pains with some concentration. Force choke was a long way off. And By watching the way her master used it on her, Torture by Chagrin was starting to make sense, though by no means within her grasp.
By the age of 19 Serith was a force to be reckoned with, and no one within her masters fleet would dare cross her for fear of a unique death. Serith had also earned a bit of a reputation amongst the dark Jedi faction. Many Acolyte's and Neophytes had gone missing with no real explanation. Naturally her master over saw ever kill that she had done, just to make sure she never bit off more than she could chew, and only once did that occur. Serith also started planning her masters death around this age. She had always hated him, and everyday she was getting closer to him in power, soon she would even surpass him.
Another year later and her master still continued to punish her failures, as few as they were, with various forms of torture, though they had started to lose their affect as Serith’s body had become accustomed to such punishments. Despite the affect they had on her be it sever or not at all , she still used every time to fuel her anger and hatred for her master. Her body had also received many scars by this point that she no longer cared that her body was being permanently damaged, with her thought being what’s one more to a hundred.
At 21 Serith started teaching her own philosophies of the force to certain crew members. This allowed her to build up her own loyal forces within her masters, hadn’t an army in plain site so to speak. Many individuals followed Serith’s teachings, either out of belief or fear, she did not care either way so long as the were faithful to her and no one else. She had also secretly promoted many soldiers to personal guards, so that when she did finally over throw her master she would already have her own private entourage.
Finally came her Serith’s time to strike out at her master. She was 24 at the time, and finally fed up with him. Her plan was to kill him during a training scenario, but as luck would have it he had another gift for her. Upon entering the cavernous room that she normally trained in she found a Jedi and her master waiting. The Jedi was revealed to be her brother, and in a fit of rage she killed him by crushing his body against a wall with the force. She did not stop with him however, and as her master went to congratulate her on passing the final test, Serith turned on her master the battle was long and hard, but eventually she managed to get the upper hand and kill him (see RP sample for further detail). At the time she had believed her only reason for winning was that she had the advantage of surprise and planning, but now her belief is that it was the will of the force for her to win.
Once all was said and done she made an executive order to purge all those who were unfaithful, with purge meaning kill. She would now have her own crew and fleet loyal to her alone. It took 2 days for her Faithful to purge the remaining remnants of her old masters reign, but once done Serith found her first shred of happiness in years.
Immediately after the purge her fleet set off for Coruscant, her birth planet, so that she could find and kill the mother that had abandoned her. This task proved futile as upon arriving Serith discovered her mother had already died. While she remained happy that her mother no longer lived she felt anger for not being able to end her herself. She stayed in orbit of Coruscant for several weeks, using her fighters and pilots to launch attacks on republic ships. Most would consider her insane for doing that right in republic strength, but in truth she wanted the fight more than anything.
As she wanted a fight, it most certainly was what she got. Not long she had started attacking other ships did she receive a warning, to power down all weapons and be taken into custody. The warning came from several larger fleet carriers that had been launched to apprehend her. SHe disregarded here warning, and in return opened fire on the carriers. A massive battle broke out over the planet, and despite the fact that she had the other carriers out gunned one on one she was still outnumbered and was forced to flee into exile.
Serith spent the next 5 years in exile wandering the edge of space, changing her crew as needed. She was out there simply looking for something, though she had no idea of what it was or if it even existed. Her time was used to strengthen her connection to the force, and focus her abilities for greater effect. Her constant practice and meditation did improve her abilities greatly and before long she could feel her connection in ways that she had never experienced. It was also during this time in exile that she gained her self appointed title of Darth.
When she came back to occupied space Serith was 26, nearly 27, and looking to create problems. She had determined by this point that only those worthy enough were allowed to be force users, so she was on a crusade to rid the galaxy of the unworthy, be them light or dark. Both her master and brother were unworthy, and they paid for it with their lives, their sabers now hung on the wall in her room as trophies, surrounded by several other light sabers.
Serith spent years Honing her skills in the force and hunting force users where ever they could be found. In fact she soon began to change her own religion to state that the deaths of the unworthy was a task given to them by a dark god. It was to come before all other objectives. Naturally as the years dragged on many of her followers became dissatisfied with her leadership. So again she ordered that the unfaithful be purged. This action would have resulted in a mutiny if not for her getting involved with killing unfaithful crew members herself.
By the age of 35 Serith had Managed, through many years of study , to master 2 Telekinetic abilities; Both force Wave, and Force crush. These were the easiest of her skills to learn as they were simply advanced versions of skills she already had and used. Next to follow was Crucitorn. This Unique power, when mastered allowed her to transcend far above normal pain tolerances. Using that skill many Jedi both dark and had been able to fight on even against considerable amount of pain. Finally the last skill she mastered, and this one took a longer period of time, an additional 4 years, was torture by Chagrin. This was something her master had used on her on numerous occasions. This was initially how she learned this skill, sadly enough by watching her master before he used it on her, and if she could while he did. Once he was dead she no longer had a someone to learn this from, and incidentally spent the next 15 years, after her masters death. SHe continued to learn by practicing on her loyal followers with varied degrees of success.
At 40 years of age Serith now had what most would call an overall control of the force. She was fluent in all forms and had several specialized skills under her belt. These powers however were nothing without the fuel to keep them going. That fuel was her now unquenchable hatred for all force users. all these factors coupled with age and experience made her a deadly enemy, and a wanted ally.
Ages 41 to 49 were spent hunting all force users. If she received a report anywhere in the galaxy she immediately went after them with hopes of adding their light sabers to her trophy collection. She knew of the existence of the jedi order but knew her limits, and that she lacked the strength to take them down herself. This has started her quest for like minded allies capable of assisting her.
Lightsaber: Serith has dozens of light sabers, in all colors and all styles. None of them however are her own, or even ones that she would use. To her light sabers are nothing more than trophies of her fallen opponents.
Color: Rainbows of colors, from reds, to blues, to purple, and even an odd pink blade.
Practiced Light saber forms:
Shii-Cho N/A
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 6
Sense: 8
Protection: 6
Healing: 4
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Crush
Crucitorn
Torture by Chagrin
Force Wave/Repulse
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
Serith smiled as the Jedi approached her. She hated him so much, and she had never met him and he had no idea who she was. Her master had brought him before her as a gift, he had also told her that this Jedi was her brother. This simple fact alone infuriated her beyond understanding, as her mother had not left him in an alley, her mother mad offered him the life that she never had. It had simply been coincidence that he had even been picked up by the Jedi, having 2 siblings both force sensitive’s is a rare thing indeed.
"You don’t have to do this... You can be saved... Fight his hold on you" The Jedi spoke up now, his voice was firm, but anyone could hear the fear in it. Serith despised it when they did this, tried to turn her and make her see the error of her ways. She could feel her masters presence, and even his approval of what she wanted to do, though she hardly needed it. "Let me help y..." The Jedi had not even managed to finish his sentence when Serith interrupted him. "Help me?!?! You mean the way our mother did? The way she gave birth to a child that needed to be saved, and then she left it screaming in an alley."
Serith’s anger began to rise to new heights as the Jedi now looked at her with a confused expression. It was clear that even with them both being force sensitive he could not feel the obvious connection between them. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME." Her voice had raised to an unnaturally high tone, or at least one that Serith had never been proud to use before. Her master stood now smiling as he felt his apprentices anger.
The Jedi grabbed for his light saber and the weapon ignited with a low hum. It was a magnificent deep blue He raised it up in front of him adopting a defensive stance. "Please..." That would be his last word as Serith let out a long force aided scream. The Jedi raced towards her but as he got closer so to did the pitch of the scream increase. The Jedi continued to push ahead but found himself overpowered, and fell to his knees not 6 feet from Serith. His light saber fell to the ground as his hand cupped over his ears to try and filter out as much of the sound as possible.
A few moments later and the Jedi now lay unconscious at Serith’s feet. A small trickle of blood now ran down his cheek from his ear, no doubt due to the damaged ear drums, or even possibly minor brain damage. She stood over him now, looking down at her dear brother, and hating him more and more. "Why did she choose you and not me?" Serith whispered now to her brother, in an almost loving voice. As she spoke she used the force to telekinetically lift her brothers unconscious body off the ground.
She allowed his body to float in the air in front of her for several moments. This had been the first time she had ever met anyone related to her and she wanted this chance to see how her own flesh and blood could stack up against her. Her master obviously did not appreciate her actions as he finally spoke up. "Hurry up and kill him, then your final test will be complete." He spoke harshly, almost yelling, and the anticipation in his voice was evident. He even took a few steps towards Serith with his own light saber in hand. He obviously meant to encourage her with force into completing her task.
Serith’s blackened lips stretched out into a twisted grin as she walked around the floating body to put herself between it and her master. "HAve no worry master, his fate is assured." With that she let out a twisted laugh, and using the a sharp burst of force energy sent her brother body rocketing into a nearby wall. She did not stop their however as she continued to press him with a continued blast of energy. Slowly she started walking towards him, increasing the pressure with each step. Finally she stopped admiring her own power for one more moment. "Goodbye brother..." With that she focused her energy and sent one more powerful blast of force energy towards the Jedi. His body was crushed nearly flat, and he died instantly.
As Serith stood now smiling a distinct clapping could be heard. Her master was now approaching her from behind clapping slowly. "Congratulations child. You have done well, better than i had anticipated." Serith turned to face her master now as he approached, his praise meant nothing to her, not now anyways. "I'd say you are almost as powerful as me...maybe in a few more years you might even replace me." His voice was sharp now, and full of sarcasm. Serith was used to this kind of treatment, but now she had a surprise for him.
In a flash she turned sharply on the spot sending a wave of electricity skipping across the floor. Her master easily dodged this, and realizing what was going on, drew his light saber. "That was a mistake. Betraying me was a big mistake you whelp." His words were no more than a hiss as he lunged at her swinging the orange blade. Serith had planned for this however and hoped that this would happen. Using a burst of force aided speed she slipped quickly to her left side, and as her master's lunge carried him by her, she used a telekinetic blast to send him reeling off into a wall.
He took his time standing, not out of pain, but out of an act of control, and as he did so he wiped away he small dribble of blood from his lip. The look in his eyes as he raised his head sent a cold chill down Serith's spine, but she had to be strong now, she could not show fear. This time it was her turn to attack, and using the force she began pulling at some large ventilation units above her masters head. The metal shrieked and squealed its objection, but soon found itself ripped free. Debris reigned down on her masters head before she brought the unit crashing down.
Just as fast as he had dodged her first attack, he leapt and rolled to safety. But at this point safety was a loose term that had little meaning. Using the force Serith lifted the unit again, this time sending it crashing into her masters body, effectively bowling him over, and leaving him a broken mess on the floor. Again she brought the venting unit back, repeatedly smashing it into him, squealing with delight as she did so. This lasted for nearly a minute, before she let up and tossed the ventilation unit carelessly to the side. Serith smiled now, pleased with what she had accomplished, and skipped innocently to her masters side. He looked terrible, bloodied up and twisted in all directions. As she stood over him he coughed a bit and began to speak, his voice rasp and weak. "Serith...*cough* You are.. you are nothing. You are weak. You are useless.. These words only angered Serith more, how dare he address her as such. Her smile faded as she looked over him now.
"No." She whispered almost lovingly "I am everything you never were, or will be. I am stronger now than you ever could be. And I am the future of the force." She began to raise her arms, exposing her wrists and lack of hands, and as her arms raised so did her master several feet off the ground. He let out a surprised gasp, and attempted again to fight back. Serith was prepared for this however, she had been preparing for this for several years, the introduction of her brother was an unexpected variable that changed nothing. As her master started trying to fight, she immediately suppressed him with a huge blast of lightning that emanated from her entire body. It was like nothing she had ever done before, no doubt fueled by her endless hatred for this man.
Suddenly she felt alive like she had never felt before. Sure she had killed many force sensitive’s already, but none made her feel like this. It was almost like a drug, one that lifted her above all the pain she had ever felt and suspended her away from everything that could ever hurt her. Her master had now lost the ability to speak as he broke out into a full seizure, foam had even started to accumulate in the corners of his mouth. Serith was enjoying this, seeing her master as weak, frail and most importantly mortal. With a delighted squeal she began to stretch him with his feet together, and his arms wide, as if he had been crucified. She stretched him to the point of pulling his legs and arms free of their sockets, leaving them useless."You gave me so much... and yet you took so much away." Her voice had sunk low now, but the hatred in it seemed to burn with a fire.
Serith was now through torturing this man, despite the fact that he had tortured her on many occasions, she could not do it, she was better than him. "Don't worry master, soon you wont feel anything." Her voice had raised again as another surge of electricity burnt from her body to course through her masters torso. His skin started to singe from the heat, and even peel away in some places. "goodbye..." As Serith spoke those last words her masters heart stopped never to beat again.
It took several moments for Serith to fully comprehend what had happened, mostly to believe that she had won out over her master. With a small sigh she allowed her masters body to fall to the ground broken and burned. Without another word she turned and walked slowly towards the door, her bare feet making little noise as she walked. She passed the body of her brother, which now lay slumped against the wall, a pool of blood now build up around it. She made a note to send one of the faithful to clean this mess up knowing full well they would be honored to do so.
Serith stopped at the door and turned to look back into the spacious room. A second later and her brothers light saber came rattling across the floor as she pulled it with the force towards her. Her masters saber followed immediately after, and both leapt up into the air to hover in front of her. With her trophies collected she pushed a single button on the com link located next to the door. At first their was static and then a mans voice came through over the speaker. "Yes my lord, how may i serve you?" The mans voice sounded sharp and disciplined. "Branan is dead... It's time to purge the unfaithful. When your done set a course for Coruscant, I need to see my mother. She spoke in a commanding tone. "Yes Mistress, It would be my pleasure." His voice was followed by static, and seconds later an alert went up around the ship. The sound of blaster fire could be heard as Serith’s "faithful" began to execute all who would still follow her old master.
